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terça-feira, 29 de setembro de 2009

Broken bicycles

Broken bicyclesOld busted chainsWith busted handle barsOut in the rainSomebody mustHave an orphanage forAll these things that nobodyWants any moreSeptember's reminding julyIt's time to be saying good-bye

Summer is goneOur love will remainLike old broken bicyclesOut in the rain

Broken bicyclesDon't tell my folksThere's all those playing cardsPinned to the spokesLaid down like skeletonsOut on the lawnThe wheels won't turnWhen the other has goneThe seasons can turn on a dimeSomehow I forget every timeFor all the things that you've given meWill always stayBroken, but I'll never throw them away